It will get lumped in with all those other twee, C86 wannabees, but this is so much better than the standard jangle pop with female vocal fodder, that we all either love or hate. Elizabeth Morris has capitalised on the promise of ‘Dreaming’ and ‘Darren’ to produce an altogether deeper and emotional experience than can be reasonably expected of a CD. Sounding a touch ‘samey’ on first listen, repeated exposure allows you into an enchanted secret garden, with beautiful shrubs, purple crocii and amusingly carved topiary hedges.
Our Australian songstress touches all the relevant genre
bases; there’s a nod to Amelia Fletcher, a wink at the Smiths and a salute to
the Shop Assistants, but woven together to make a seamless package, that
ultimately has more in common with the Carpenters than the Flatmates. This is a
velvety, comforting and silky listening experience not unlike listening to womb
music and eating a bowl of rice pudding whilst wrapped head to toe in a goose-down
body suit.
None of the songs have the immediacy of ‘Darren’, but that’s
no bad thing. There’s a slow burning quality and philosophical underpinning to
this collection that allows a longevity and savouring of each morsel that only
Emily Haines can rival. The track listing in its entirety deserves your
attention, with only’ Europe’ initially sounding a little awkward lyrically.
‘Some People Say’ is the standout however, and I can only echo the sentiments that I
really wish some things would stay the same too.
It’s a triumph of lyricism and musicality in a parochially British
format, spiked with just a touch of Australian swagger. If you miss Madder
Rose, pine for the Primitives and crave Camera Obscura, then this just might be
the perfect album for you.